| She’s got everything she needs, she’s an artist, she don’t look back
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| She’s got everything she needs, she’s an artist, she don’t look back
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| She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black
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| She never stumbles, she’s got no place to fall
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| She never stumbles, she’s got no place to fall
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| She’s nobody’s child, the Law can’t touch her at all
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| You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
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| You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
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| But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole, down upon your knees
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| So bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes
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| Ah, bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes
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| For Halloween buy her trumpets and for Christmas, give her big drums
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| She’s got everything she needs, she’s an artist, she don’t look back
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| She’s got everything she needs, she’s an artist, she don’t look back
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| She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black |